Under the threat of death, .
Countless Big Rascals and Chief Bodyguards, all with their eyes closed, jumped one by one into the sea.
Amid the waves, they bobbed up and down, desperately struggling.
At this moment, Yang Fei could no longer hold back the nth round of charge from the Dragon Fortress Guards.
He had no choice but to fight and retreat.
Mad Blade and Fan Yi lay on top of the wall, their automatic rifles firing away.
They supported Yang Fei by suppressing the swarming Dragon Fortress Guards.
Mad Blade bellowed out, "Coach, come up here quickly."
Among the storm-like bullets, .
Yang Fei leaped high as if flying, tumbling and somersaulting forward in a fierce rush.
However, there were just too many Dragon Fortress Guards.
Bullets whizzed and flew chaotically.
By the time Yang Fei made it up the stone wall, his thigh went numb.
He touched it only to find his palm was all covered in blood.
Damn it, he had been shot!